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Post by Kaieka on Dec 2, 2003 1:07:15 GMT -5
(Oh, so everyone has their powers but me? How lovely)
I stand amazed at the breaking mirrors. Perhaps just some of our powers are held back by the maze. Hopefully this will work and we will soon be on our way back to Switzerland... I really do need a shower.
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Post by Timithy of the Green Winds on Dec 2, 2003 1:08:20 GMT -5
Timithy opens his eyes, a wind coming from him like the cool breeze off the ocean.
"'Seek for the source of our freedom.' I hope this works."
The wind picks up, blowing strong enough to shake the group's hair.
The wind shifts, all of it blowing at one spot in the glass, blowing against it.
"Found it."
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Post by Kaieka on Dec 2, 2003 1:10:09 GMT -5
"Well, that's a neat little trick."
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Post by Timithy of the Green Winds on Dec 2, 2003 1:11:12 GMT -5
"I am one with the wind. The wind seeks it's freedom. It finds it for me. So, think you can get us through the glass?"
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Post by Kaieka on Dec 2, 2003 1:13:50 GMT -5
"One with the wind huh? Hmmm.... Well, I think I will let you boys figure this one out. I will wait over here... I'll be one with myself, and sit down by this mirror."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 2, 2003 1:14:44 GMT -5
Kaeika, Bassarov, and Timothy leave the broken maze and re-enter Helsinki. It is now dark out. They are in a district which has been rebuilt. This is a tourist section with rebuilt hotels and shops.
Bassarov is worn out from his ordeal in Siberia and the mazes.
"We could just stay the night. I don't think that Chesire will come after us again so soon."
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Post by Kaieka on Dec 2, 2003 1:22:06 GMT -5
"I could use a rest. It has been a long day."
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Post by Timithy of the Green Winds on Dec 2, 2003 1:25:46 GMT -5
"You sleep, I'll stand watch for now. I'm not tried. Besides, just breathing fills me with energy. The movement of area... wonderful. Breathing is such a miricale. I wonder why humans don't think more of it... I mean why WE don't think more of it... he he..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 2, 2003 1:25:49 GMT -5
"There is a shop across the street if you want to buy some new clothes. You can use my Red Infinity Platinum Visa."
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Post by Kaieka on Dec 2, 2003 1:32:31 GMT -5
"Nothing would please me more... well, I can think of a few very pleasant things... but for now, new clothing is very desireable." I take his card and head off for the shop.
Once inside, there aren't many choices. The lady behind the counter gives me a sideways glance, I suppose I do look a little strange. I look through the clothes and pick out a dress, the only one that looks like it will fit my tall lean frame. It is pink. NOT my first choice. I search the racks earnestly to see if there would be ANYTHING else that would fit me. There is not.
I ask if there is a fitting room and am directed to the back of the store. I put on the dress. It fits well enough. I can't say that I have ever worn this putrid color, it reeks of pom poms and little girls... well, not literally. But, it is the only one that they have that will fit me. I leave the airman's old stinky clothes in the changing room, I walk up to the counter wearing the dress, and hand the tag and the card to the cashier. She rings it up and I leave, walking back to Bassarov and Timithy.
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Post by Timithy of the Green Winds on Dec 2, 2003 1:34:34 GMT -5
Timithy looks her up and down.
"Not your color," he says, "But nice enough I suppose."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 2, 2003 1:38:30 GMT -5
"We could get a room, I suppose. It would make for better sleeping arrangements. I could use my Red Infinity Visa for that too. I hate Credit Cards, but in an emergency they are handy."
Bassarov walks across the street to a newly built hotel.
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Post by Kaieka on Dec 2, 2003 1:40:10 GMT -5
I feel like smacking the grin off of his face. "It was all they had. I assure you, it wasn't my first choice. I hope that they have a room, I think I should get some rest... before I get too irritable."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 2, 2003 1:42:35 GMT -5
"Would you like your own room, Timothy? I mentioned that we should get to know each other better....but only in certain contexts."
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Post by Kaieka on Dec 2, 2003 1:55:56 GMT -5
I do not allow Timithy time to answer, instead, I push past him to stand by Bassarov and say, "He would like his own room. I'm only sharing my bed with one man tonight... and it isn't him." I make sure to look directly into Bassarov's eyes, I am certain that he knows my intention. I have not been apart from him for very long, but it feels like ages after all I've been through.
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